The newest addition to our farm is a horse! He is gentle and all of us can ride him. Even Silas can ride by himself and was trotting down the driveway the other night. It had been a long time since I was on a horse his size so I have also enjoyed riding him some.
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Nope, definitely not a rabbit. : )
Nate looks like he should be in a rodeo. We saw one in Wyoming where people raced out of a gate after a calf, roped it, jumped off the horse, and tied the calf's legs up in 6.4 seconds.
My ultimate goal!
Well, in the spring I would imagine you'd have plenty of calves to practice on! :-)
When I was young I used to rope (and ride)calves all the time. Dad won't let me anymore now . Claimed it was to hard on them or something. Acually I prefered the riding part best. Maybe I should be a bull rider when I grow up.
NOT Bull Riding!!! Please, your sister's nerves couldn't handle it!
:)
Besides, I am not going back to pulling that soap jug around just so you can practice...
We used to have a 15 gallon plastic jug hanging in the tree and that was the bull, it was powered however by... you guessed it, ME. It was my job to pull on the string attached to the front and try to make Nate fall off. It usally took me longer than 8 seconds.
Since I had to move quite along ways in one direction he would know which way to have to lean to stay on. Eventually I got somewhat smarter and made him sit backwards. Then I could get him off.... once in a while. :)
Back then Nate was a coyboy every day!
There was nothing coy but all cow. All day, every day. Must be a misprint. The barrel bul is one of my best memorys from growing up. Wonder if I could rig up something with a 55 gal. drum. Kind of like "The Contraption." You also didn't mention opening the bucking chute gate when I rode calves.
This conversation is making me laugh.
Em, you poor girl! It's tough being the younger sister, isn't, it? And I thought Emily convincing me that our bedroom ceiling leaked at night (while she tapped on the bed railing with her finger to imitate raindrops)was bad! I only believed her for a year, though. : )
This is making me laugh also.
We older siblings have to at least get some fun out of our role to make up for all the hard things we have to do. :-D
Nate, at the rodeo all the touristy non-farmer people would all gasp when the cowboy roped the calf and jerked it to the ground by its neck. But I don't think anyone felt sorry for the bucking bulls when almost no one could stay on more than a couple of seconds before being thrown and almost stomped on. :)
Nate, Yes it was a misprint. The "y" isn't at all close to the "w". I just plain hit the wrong one. You were all coWboy! :)
Just so your "contraption" is powered by something besides me, go for it! What book was that in anyway?
It was my job to open the gate to the chute wasn't it... But I drew the line on mutton busting... You were NOT going to ride my poor sheep!
Amy, I agree little sisters don't always have the easy life. We have to learn our role of being a sister at the mercies of our older siblings. :) However, I am so glad that have a great relationship with all my siblings.
Sure you younger ones had it tough. We firstborn ones were the pioneers for you secondborn, thirdborn, and so on. Our parents had to learn on us. Putting up with us is the least you could do. ha ha.
Oh, and the book was "Whitey Ropes and Rides". I think I've done just about everything Whitey did.
Yep, we little (haha) siblings couldn't get along without our big brothers and sisters! : )
Agreed!
And this is the most comments one of my posts has ever got! :)
Mutton busting?!?!
Riding sheep. These 4-7 year old kids get to try and stay on a sheep(whose wool is shorn less then 1/2" long) as long as they can. They can hold on however they want. At the Spooner rodeo this year the winner was a 7 yr. old boy who stayed on 5.5 seconds.
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